“This is my prince,” she said, patting her swollen belly.
Or the parents, who had crossed picket lines to keep them open?
Caught up in it was 21-year-old Alice Faye Williams, a North Carolina maid’s daughter and high-school dropout who had played at gang war and briefly loved a bodyguard of Malcolm X’s.
She took up with Lumumba, a Panther organizer—and adopted the party rhetoric about “offing oppressor pigs,” speaking often as not within earshot of undercover cops.
Soon, a shotgun-toting squad of them was pounding on her door.
She named him Tupac Amaru—Incan for “shining serpent”—after an 18th-century Peruvian revolutionary whom Spanish colonizers pulled apart with horses.